I've booked myself on a quilt-making course at my local quilting shop. I've always wanted to try log cabin and I decided the course (or courses, they do lots and I've booked ahead for two more) will push me out of my comfort zone, ie squares, and make me start and finish a few quilts. I never showed you the one I made last year for my daughter, I must take some pictures.
Anyhow, the course is on Saturday and today I chose my fabric. Four light colours, four dark colours, red for the stars and a turquoise gingham style for the outer border. I'm going to use some scraps of red left over from the placemats for the centre of the log cabins, as is traditional to represent the hearth. Here's the fabric.
I think for me this is the hardest part of making anything. I can do the sewing, I can put the thing together. My machine quilting needs practice but I don't mind a home made, less than perfect look. The binding doesn't worry me, in fact sometimes I think it is my favourite part, hand stitching it to the back, the final final stage. It's the colours, the values of light and dark, the hues. I think it is a case of too much choice and too much analysing. So hence the course. Push me into doing just that, in the expectation that it will get easier..... maybe?
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